On New Year's Eve, I met two identical boyfriends. A young and handsome man was holding an intern in his arms and chatting and laughing. The other one was haggard and held my hand tightly to prevent me from coming forward. "If you go now, you will only see the most disgusting scene." "And you will leave seven days later, on our wedding day, and board the flight that is destined to crash." I looked at his gray temples, my heart tightening: "Who are you?" He smiled, and his smile was full of bitterness: "I am the one three years later, who lost everything after losing you, just to come back to today to stop all this... Shen Yannan."
